The moonlight shines brightly, and the white sword marks mixed with black light are connected together.
The light of one sword chilled nineteen continents.
Dongchen, who went crazy, vented all his energy in one breath.
The armor was shattered, the helmet was cracked, and the long blond hair was fluttering in the wind.
A few strands of golden hair slipped and blood splattered. The commander who used to only hide behind the knights and give orders, at the last moment of his life, raised his chest high: "Dedicate your courage and faith to the Lord, fight for honor! Even at the expense of everything."
My Lord, everything is possible!"
Devil's wings, pale body, noble spirit.
Facing the commander who returned in a pool of blood, Dongchen felt complicated: "Who is right and who is wrong in this world?"
"Namo Fudo Bodhisattva. May the donor be blessed with good fortune and good fortune soon."
Looking back at Monk Bujie with a strange expression, Dongchen smiled: "Master, he is a believer in the Lord and will go to heaven after death. You want him to go to the Western Pure Land. This is not a blessing."
"Is there a difference?"
Dongchen's smiling expression froze, and he was stunned for a moment before exhaling: "There is no difference."
"All gods are illusory. The Buddha is in the heart. If you believe it, there will be it. If you don't believe it, it will not exist. The disciple is indeed endowed with great wisdom."
After a short rest, they started on the road again. The scarred two people walked through the corridors and alleys, killing three or two eyeless monsters from time to time. After wandering around randomly, they magically returned to the door.
Along the road covered with yellow sand, three tattered corpses fell together and were beaten into a sieve. One of the obviously mutated corpses, if you look carefully, you can vaguely judge that it is the unlucky black man who was rescued earlier.
"Corpse transformation?" The blood-stained corridor appeared in front of him, and Dong Chen looked bitter: "This is the end of the world, and even the dead will not be able to rest in peace."
It's a matter of yellow sand that you haven't collected your bones. In the end of the world, you don't need to waste your energy on these boring things. Maybe, you will be the one who falls tomorrow.
The town is still the same town. It's just completely turned into a ghost town.
The doors were opened one by one. Dongchen walked through several rooms and found that everyone in the room was dead.
Gunshot wounds, stab wounds, whether fatal or not, the head was chopped off.
"The surviving mercenary!"
The collapsed passage behind Siege flashed through his mind, and Dongchen's hand holding the sword tightened again and again.
Reason told Dong Chen that the mercenaries did the right thing. But looking at the body of the headless baby, Dong Chen still couldn't accept it.
"what to do?"
Siege's instructions and inner condemnation were intertwined, and Dongchen's heart was in chaos.
"Namo Fudo Bodhisattva, disciple, why is death not a liberation? For them, death may be happier."
"It is better to die than to live. If you can live, who would want to die?"
"If they die early and are born early, can they still survive?"
Staring at Monk Bujie with bloodshot eyes, Dongchen turned around and left.
Rotten and broken flesh and blood lay at the door, emitting a stench. On the chest of the body that was lying on its back, there was a strange and difficult-to-read cross stained black by contaminated blood.
In the basement, the little angel pushed the meat strips back into Christina's hands: "Sister, Annie is not hungry. Sister eats. After eating, sister will have the strength to fight monsters."
The cooing sound was particularly clear in the quiet space.
Christina listened to Anne's growling stomach and looked at her innocent smile, and tears fell quietly.
Bergobold, who was huddled in the corner, muttered jealously: "Girl raised in vain, why don't you know how to feed me? I'm hungry too."
"I'll eat you for nothing." Christina turned around, her green cat eyes rolling wildly.
The little angel's giggle diluted the tense atmosphere, and everyone seemed to regain their energy.
Dongchen stood at the stairway blocked by bookshelves, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Monk Bujie lowered his head and pronounced the Buddha's name.
The grocery store was silent for a moment.
Bending down and slowly lifting the bookshelf, Dongchen said with an unstoppable tremor in his voice, "I'm back."
"It's brother! The beautiful brother is back."
As the little angel cheered in surprise, a slender figure rushed out.
Their eyes met, Christina burst into tears, and her green cat eyes turned red on the spot.
"Don't cry, I'm back."
Grabbing Dongchen's hand that was touching his face, Christina buried her head in Dongchen's arms and began to tremble.
The little angel smiled sweetly, and Bergbird found the monk Bujie: "Who is this?"
"Master Bujie is... my master."
Monk Bujie laughed when he heard Dongchen admit his master-disciple status in front of his relatives.
His smile was uglier than his cry.
The little angel suddenly hid behind Bergbird, and his little head fluttered out and then retracted: "There are so many scars, do you feel pain?"
The weak child's voice was caring, and Monk Bujie suddenly felt light in his heart: "No...it doesn't hurt."
"You are not a good boy who lies to others, so how can it not hurt?"
The little angel biting her finger was adorable. Dongchen walked over and held her in his arms, kissing her again and again.
"Let's see if this steering wheel works?" After a warm reunion and a simple introduction, Dongchen threw the steering wheel to Bergbird, took a piece of meat strips, and slowly fed Annie.
"The gunshots rang out for a long time yesterday afternoon, and those mercenaries were massacring. In addition, the old man you chopped down came back to life." Bergobold checked the steering wheel while summarizing the information.
Dongchen nodded: "I saw it at the door. How many mercenaries were involved in the massacre?"
"Five or six, about this number. You know, they are very dangerous." As soon as the tool in his hand stopped, Bergbod stroked the long balloon on his head: "There is something wrong with the steering wheel. I don't know if the parts here can be used."
It can’t be used, I need time.”
"When will it be better?"
"Three hours, or more." Bergobold said without any trace of the rigor of a scientist: "This is not a laboratory, any accident can happen. The steering wheel you brought back is broken, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Holding his chin silently, thinking for a moment, Dongchen made a decision: "Rest first."
Time flies by.
Bergobold, who had been busy for a long time, pulled his hair in distress: "It's really impossible. Dongchen, I need parts."
The life-threatening wolf monster flashed before his eyes, Dongchen stood up and walked towards the stairs.
Monk Bujie stood up.
"Your injuries are not healed, and you still have problems with your eyesight. Stay and help me protect them."
"Your injuries are also serious." Monk Bujie retorted.
Christina held her wrist: "I'm going this time, and no one can steal it from me."
"Stop." Pulling Christina back, Dongchen pushed her back to her seat: "You don't know where the place is. The master's injury needs you. If I can't come back, he is the hope of survival."
The room fell into dead silence, leaving only heavy breathing.
Is there any hope for not being a monk? Without a motorcycle and just relying on two legs, it would be too difficult to get out.
Everyone looked at Dongchen with complicated expressions.